Wannabe coffee

Real coffee

One thing I just cannot stand with Israel is the instant-coffee culture. Arriving from Sweden - a genuine coffee country - where you can get all kinds of coffee out of the best quality, it was with frustration I realised that whenever someone here in Israel offers you a cup of coffee, what you get is a cup of boiling-hot, bitter and oxidised something-not-worthy-of-the-name coffee. Also my beloved man resided in this swamp. Nowadays we have two moka pots in the house and in the mall in Alonim there is a shop that sells freshly grounded coffee, tea, spices and special kitchen utensils. Besides espresso we also frequently make mud coffee from Arab coffee with cardamon, but this is of course an invention that the Israeli Jews cannot brag with being responsible for. Yoram still drinks instant when I am not there to offer him a real coffee, but I am slowly trying to make him aware of what the instant coffee really is made of. Not only is the taste ghastly. It is the lowest quality of beans and left-overs that are being used, and sometimes other unwanted residues from the harvest are also included in the production process. Also most of the health-beneficial substances you find in fresh coffee has long gone degraded in the instant coffee. Basically it is like being left with the baking paper and some crumbs when someone else ate the whole cake.